My Ex-Husband Became My Boss | He Left Me 5 Years Ago, Now He Wants Me Back
Chapter 12
Their second engagement was nothing like the first.
There was no elaborate dinner.
No expensive venue.
No business executives.
Just a quiet evening at home.
Alexander gave Emma a simple ring.
“I don’t want to repeat our old life.”
“Neither do I.”
“I want a new one.”
Emma smiled.
“Then build it with me.”
They planned a small wedding.
Sophie helped choose flowers.
Emma’s closest friends helped with the dress.
Alexander refused to let the company interfere.
“You’re getting one day,” he said.
“Only one?”
“Maybe two.”
Emma laughed.
But before the wedding, they faced one final complication.
The press discovered their reconciliation.
Headlines appeared everywhere.
BILLIONAIRE CEO REUNITES WITH EX-WIFE.
EMPLOYEE TURNS CEO’S EX-WIFE.
LOVE OR BUSINESS?
Emma hated all of it.
Alexander ignored it.
Then a reporter asked him:
“Did you marry Emma because of her inheritance?”
He answered:
“No.”
“Then why?”
“Because I loved her before I knew what she had.”
The quote went viral.
Emma read it.
Then she smiled.
That evening, she told him:
“You should have said that five years ago.”
“I know.”
“I’m going to make you regret not having a time machine.”
He laughed.
The wedding took place at a small countryside estate.
Only close family attended.
Emma walked down the aisle alone.
She didn’t need anyone to give her away.
She had learned to choose herself.
Alexander watched her approach.
His eyes filled with tears.
When she reached him, he whispered:
“You look beautiful.”
“You look nervous.”
“I am.”
“Good.”
He laughed.
The ceremony was simple.
No secret contracts.
No business conditions.
No family agreements.
Just vows.
Alexander promised to tell the truth.
Emma promised to speak when she was hurt.
He promised never to disappear.
She promised never to let fear make her choices.
Then they kissed.
The applause was warm.
The sun was setting.
Later, they stood outside together.
Emma looked at the ring.
“This feels different.”
“It is.”
“No secrets.”
“No secrets.”
“No lawyers.”
“No lawyers.”
“No fathers planning our future.”
“Definitely no fathers.”
She laughed.
Then she rested her head on his shoulder.
“I thought you were the worst thing that ever happened to me.”
“I know.”
“Now?”
She looked at him.
“Now I think losing you was the worst thing.”
He smiled.
“And finding you again?”
“The best.”
They stood quietly.
After everything, their marriage was no longer based on fear.
It was based on choice.
And that was the difference.
